Dear blog roll,
My work trousers are stinking out my room. I've not been able to wash them in too long and after working 5 days in a row - soon to be hitting the sixth - they're horrific. Walking through beer for a living isn't fun, guys.
I also cannot sleep. This could be due to smelly beer trousers, so i'm putting them in a different room. Dear god, I cannot wait until Wednesday. Bring on my first day off in ages, and please bring back the students to steal my hours again. If I ever have to work another Easter down here, I swear i'll cold stab a bitch.
Oh yeah! I got followed on my way to work. I'd just put my phone in my pocket when two guys crossed the road to walk behind me, and I mean right behind me. I'm pretty sure I could feel them breathing. So I started to walk faster, and they started making jokes about various things. The sad part is, is that they were foreign, and i'm not sure if me getting scared out of my mind was some horrible underlying racist streak in me, or if they were just downright creepy. I know they were talking about me, because they were counting my... well, it's hard to explain. As I sped up they started counting "1, 2. 1, 2..." in time to my foot steps... and that just made me more nervous, because they thought it was funny that I was scared. Where I live doesn't have the best reputation for safety, so that might have added to it I guess?
In the end, I pretty much ran to the train station and waited until they'd walked past. I'm a pretty terrible person.
tl;dr I'm a paranoid, accidental crazy racist, whose work trousers smell pretty bad.